Ying And Yang

I could have come
to all of you
By chasing
Your inside out skin
And dancing toes
For I have these beautiful wings.

Like a brilliant dream teller
I could have told you
The dream
Of haiku and cherry.

Rest would have been smoother
I could’ve sit all alone
Near the fig tree
angling on the
pond
To catch
a dead fish
to
Interpret
what winds
have told me
about
the ruin

And ask Alice
Not to listen to the rabbit
The surreal fantasies
Where a pack of card
Rules
The mad

I walk on the edge
With a matchstick
Inside
To lit up
The tomb
Of “forty Seven Ronins”
For I wanted a silence
From
The storm

You all have these
Beautiful skin
Wrapped with
A mosaic of sea shore
But
I have my wings
of Melting candle
And an exquisite
Needlework
On backside

I could have come
To all of you
To tell
The brilliant dream
Of imperfection

But just for the fear
Of eternal return
I chose to chase
Only Myself
Like a deer hunter
On blue hill

Or just a shadow

May

Be….!